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Full text of "Long Lance"

SMOKING   OF A

teepee and peer out, and we would see six of these
tall, blanketed figures creeping stealthily through
the dark camp,, bearing some queer-looking object
between them. And as a soft wind whistled
through the door of the teepee3 we would He on
our backs, wide awake, looking up at the stars
through the round opening at the top of the teepee
—and perhaps become just a little scared of great
mysterious things that pervaded our life in those
days.

But the night that we liked best was the last
night preceding the actual opening of the Sun
Dance. The big camp would be a blaze of light.
Every teepee would have a big crackling fire
blazing Inside it. To walk outside and look at
the camp one would think that it was several hun-
dred huge coloured lanterns sitting out on the
prairie. Much noise prevailed Inside these tee-
pees. Good cheer was everywhere. Everybody
was happy.

Our father would come into the teepee and say
something cheerful to our mother, and then as he sat
down to get his Sun Dance regalia fixed up for the
morrow, he would look at our children and say;
cHah! To-morrow Is the big day. . , » Nobody
sleeps to-night in this camp. Hah-h-h, Big
day, to-morrow!5 Then, his face wreathed with
good cheer, he would commence singing Ms
medicine song as he went about the task of

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